Sweet Dreams
She traced across the edges of her dreams.
Singling them out, one by one
Tasting memories like Godiva chocolates,
She mouths in silence
Words that conjure wishes to life,
In other times and other places
Back in the magic landscape of a woman's youth,
Where possibilities hang on winks and whims.
They rise up to meet her,
Called forth from vaults unlocked by sleep.
Those souls she traveled with have aged,
She, as they, worn to paper thinness
Brownburnt and frail at the edges
Like the old photos of lovers now gone.
Some sunk into the earth's cold heart,
Some turned to smoke and spread upon its skies,
Some simply - Gone -
All joined in the weave of memories,
Dreams they bring to birth;
The edges of her dreams
Go melting down to sweetness now,
As within, behind the inscrutable, wrinkled face,
That young Lady Godiva slowly starts to smile again.
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